Okay, so new story. A crossover. Enjoy! Rated T for swearing and violence? Not much of either yet, though.
Please review, buddies!
Anyways. Enjoy chapter one, review, hope everyone's in character.
OH YEAH this is set around book three of Max Ride. Or before that.
Also I'm sorry if the perspective is off, I tried it in 3rd person which isn't something I normally do. I had to go back and rewrite parts because I switched to first person. I got so frustrated that partway through I changed to first person, hope you don't mind.
EDIT: Oh my gosh guys I read this over, and I'm so sorry for the fail grammar/perspective stuff D: It's mostly fixed now, I'm sorry it was so awful before.
Disclaimer: Nope, the lawsuit fell through, I still don't own anything. Seriously, I don't even own myself, my parents do.
Max looks around and grins madly. Finally, a vacation! Just what she and the Flock need.
She stares around Times Square, standing on the sidewalk and gazing up at all the billboards and advertisements. She forgot how amazing New York City is.
Max continues staring around in awe, half-expecting a cameraman to do a wide 360 sweep of her looking around wonderingly while dramatic music played in the background.
"Max! I'm hungry; can we get something to eat?" Gazzy yells, effectively breaking the moment.
Max sighs and rolls her eyes, then realizes she's hungry too. "Sure, let's go somewhere less populated," she says, knowing that Iggy probably isn't enjoying the crowds and the noise. Plus, an Eraser attack in Times Square would be a disaster.
They walk a few blocks away a buy some hot dogs and chips from a cart, sitting down on a low cement wall to eat. Max sighs happily, glad to finally be able to get away from irritating people telling her to save the world.
"Hey."
"Gyah! Wha- Fang! How did you even do that!?"
Fang, who had accidently scared Max by sitting next to her, shrugs. "I guess the noise here masks the sound of my movements." He smirks slightly.
Max glowers. "What sound? You're completely silent."
He raises an eyebrow. "Exactly."
Nudge grabs Max's arm and points to a regal, important-looking building behind them. "Ooh, I wonder what that does Max! This place is so cool, we should live here! Oh look at that sign; it says there's a World Meeting in that building! That sounds important! That reminds me of when Angel and you got to meet the president, remember that? How cool-"
"Er, want another hot dog?" Max interrupts, shoving out a wrapped-up hot dog to Nudge in order to distract her.
"Yes please!"
Fang raises his eyebrow again, clearly saying, Nice save. Max nods in agreement.
Max whips around in alarm as a car comes screeching up to the curb and parks (illegally I might add) with two tires on the road and the other two on the sidewalk. Doors slam, and people stumble out of the SUV, groaning. All of them are young-looking guys that are dressed in various war-inspired outfits, and Max studies them with interest.
"You suck at driving! Why'd we even carpool anyways?" a man with white hair and shocking red eyes complains, leaning against the car.
"Cause we're in my city and you guys would get lost, of course!" This comes from the guy with dirty blond hair and glasses, holding a hamburger.
"Ve…I don't feel so good. Can I have some pasta?" a short guy with light brown hair and an odd curl on one side asks.
"Idiot! We don't have time for pasta, we have a World Meeting to attend! Why else would we be in this Smelly American hellhole?" Another person who looks almost identical to the previous guy steps out of the truck, gesturing angrily as he speaks.
"Hello comrades! This is where the World Meeting is, da?" A tall man wearing a scarf approaches the group from a nearby bench. Everyone in the group stiffens and turn around slowly.
"Ah, yes. Where did you come from again?" a man with short, shiny black hair and brown eyes says politely as he steps out of the van.
"I came from that bench, of course!" he says with a creepy childlike smile.
"Alright then…why don't we head in? We're late anyways, but it doesn't matter cause the meetings don't start until I arrive anyways!" the guy with the hamburger laughs obnoxiously.
Then Max hears a click and a familiar scream, and she turns around. Her heart leaps into her throat when she sees the scene behind her.
And Eraser is standing on behind the cement wall with Nudge in a headlock, a gun pressed against her temple. She's pulling on his arm wildly, but his grip doesn't budge.
"Let her go!" Max yells immediately. Not her best response to this sort of situation, she has to admit. But it was a bit of a surprise.
"Come with us, nice and easy, and none of you will get hurt," he says slowly as more Erasers come up behind him, all of them carrying odd-looking guns.
The guns are new, Max muses offhandedly.
Something flies through the air and hits the lead Eraser in the face. Max whips to the side to see that Fang threw his soda at him. She turns around in time to see Nudge wiggle out of her captor's grasp and kick him in the stomach. He doubles over gasping, and then – of course – a fight breaks out.
Max yells and throws the food that's in her hand at the nearest Eraser, but it doesn't do much good. She tackles him to the ground and gets a foot to the face. Growling, she retaliates with a few punches of her own.
Meanwhile…
"Whoa! What the heck, guys? What's going on?" America yells as a bunch of male supermodels start fighting with some kids. Or something.
"Kesesese! They're fighting, of course! How awesome!" Prussia says with a laugh.
"We gotta help! Those dudes just totally jumped those defenseless kids! C'mon!" America yells, punching a fist in the air dramatically.
"Sounds like fun, da?" Russia grins.
"I am not sure that is the best idea," Japan says quietly.
But America has already jumped into the fray, with Prussia and Russia close behind. Romano grabs onto Italy's arm to prevent him from running away, and Japan sighs. Why must things always be so complicated?
Back to the fight… (Max's POV)
We're losing, I think grimly as I duck to avoid another jab from an Eraser. Every time we take one of them out, two more melt out of the shadows and join in the fight. Nobody else seems to notice; as soon as the fight broke out the few pedestrians nearby all fled the scene.
"HAHA! You guys are so dead!" an unfamiliar voice rings out a few feet away from me. I do a somersault to avoid being kicked, and raise my head to see who it is.
The guy with blue eyes and glasses is fighting next to me, kicking and punching at the Erasers with surprising force and skill. Nearby, the man with purple eyes and a scarf is hitting the Erasers leisurely with a pipe that seems to have come out of nowhere. The Japanese-looking man has an actual ninja sword thing out and is jabbing away at the Erasers. The guy with red eyes drop kicks an Eraser in the chest and whips around to punch another one. The twin with lighter brown hair is waving a white flag franticly and shouting that he surrenders while his brother yells angrily at him in a language I vaguely recognize as Italian.
I resist the urge to stare with my mouth wide open. Who are these people and why are they helping us? I wonder.
I shake my head and sock an Eraser in the jaw. Now, with the new help, we're slowly driving the Erasers back.
But all that goes to hell when several large black vans pull up to the curb, already-morphed Erasers jumping out of them.
"This way!" Blond Guy yells, motioning for us to follow him as he dashes into the important-looking building. I hesitate a minute, wondering if I can trust him. But they did fight on the Flock's side, so at least there's that.
"Follow him, guys!" I shout to the rest of the kids, who kick and punch their way through the thinning crowd of Erasers to race after the other people.
We skid through the doorway of the building, and Fang and Gazzy slam the doors shut behind them and shove a pole still connected to a sign through the handles.
"This way! Once we get to the conference room, everyone else can help!" Blonde Guy yells, running down a marble hallway. I don't know what he's talking about, but the other people with him seem to, so I gives the okay to the Flock. We sprint after him just as the door starts to crack, Erasers ramming into it on the other side.
"Over here, guys!" We follow the sound of Blond Guy's voice, and we turn the corner to see him yank open a door and race into a room, his friends following quickly behind him.
We leap in after them, and I slam the door shut behind us.
I turn around and immediately spot a mob of Erasers, all standing around the room with their guns pointing right at us.
Oh, crap.
The first thing I think is that it's a trap, but one look at the other guys' faces tells me it's not. Either they're really, really good actors, or they honestly weren't expecting this. I suspect the latter.
However, I don't have more time to contemplate this. Before any of us can even move, the Erasers have aimed the guns and fired.
I stare in surprise at the tranquilizer dart sticking out of my arm before sinking into darkness.
Alright, so that's it, chapter one! What'd you think?
So that's my version of a fight scene. Lots of…stuff. Yeah. Hope I got everything right, I haven't read Max Ride in a while. I can only really remember anything that happened from books 1-3, after Dylan everything kind of went to hell. S i gh.
Also, recall that unmorphed Erasers look kinda like male supermodels. So yeah.
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~Ahh I'm On Fire~